High altitude over Vandoosan border...
The Global Hawk infiltrated the airspace easily enough and began it's mission of intelligence gathering, snapping photographs of strategic sites, bridge heads, and anything else the Black Jets would be targeting on their passes.
The data received would further be used to accurately deliver artillery where needed.
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Camp Rommel Staging Area
51ST Armored Division, Independent State Army...
"That's a lot of hills out there." Field Commander Carl McCarthy commented to Major Scavenger as they looked over the maps and GPS data incoming from KH-11 satellites and Global Hawk UAVs.
"Leave the trees and hills to my dozers, sir." Scavenger replied with a grin. "We'll clear a nice path for your tanks." Carl then looked to Lieutenant Julius Ryker.
"In all honesty why don' we jest declare the fookin' place ae 'test site' an' nuke it?" the mech pilot snarled.
"Because we have to establish ground control through the hinterlands. If it makes you happy, my howitzers have stocks of 155mm nuclear shells for the approach to the enemy capital." Carl snapped back.
"No' the same damn thing..." Ryker muttered.
"At any case, mission time is in one hour. Get to your people and prepare for battle."